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This is a tale of a boy of a man |
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Of a girl of a wife |
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For putting your hands into trousers and knickers |
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Can destroy a life |
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Tension grows the signs of cavorting |
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Still cling to his clothes |
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Tension mounts he tells her that |
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Platonic love never counts |
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AdulteryAdultery |
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In every kitchen there's people who listen |
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Through cracks in the wall |
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So she plays the fly as he lets in his love |
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Through a sullied back door |
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She screams, no |
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Her eyes are transparently starting to glow |
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He shouts, yes |
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And figures that it's a good time to confess |
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To adultery |
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AdulteryTears in the morning(Adultery) |
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No sense of warning(Adultery) |
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He never said he loved her that much |
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She didn't act like she cared at all for conversation |
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So when you're living without being touched |
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There's no surprise that there will be deviation |
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Everything's ending, there's no use pretending |
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Our couple are fine |
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Her love is expiring while he sits perspiring |
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Just playing out time |
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Tension builds |
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Just think of the children, he wills as she spills |
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Tears from eyes |
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So tired and blinded by subtext and lies |
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It's adultery |
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AdulteryTears in the morning(Adultery) |
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No sense of warning(Adultery) |
